the textual siege.

when the going gets good... the asshole comes out to play.

i couldn't believe where i found the nerve, the balls, the guts and all manner of anatomy that denote fearlessness to have [and i think maybe even initiate] that string of texts that he found this morning when i was in the shower.

the boulder that landed in my stomach after i realised what he was so upset about was not my idea of breakfast and obviously neither was it his.

waiting for the reply to the email that i immediately fired off the nanosecond my outlook opened was torturous and i spent the rest of the workday apologising my sorry ass off.

he deserves sainthood for not dumping me thus far because if i were in his shoes, i dont think i could've dragged myself to work.

seriously speaking, i have no idea where or how i found the foolishness and complacency to have that conversation. letting consideration override my innate selfishness is like..... throwing an eskimo into the desert. sometimes i feel that cliche of a leopard and its spots is manifesting itself and it isn't a pleasant revelation but.... for this one i want it to be different.